Chapter 35: A Freind For Relief Part-3

taking control...

Both Seo-yeon and Rohit stayed locked in a silent embrace, her back pressed to his chest, until a faint tapping echoed across the washroom tiles. Both froze with thier hearts pounding.

The sharp rhythm of sandals clicked closer, filling the hollow room.

A young girl’s voice hummed softly,

"Vaste... jaan bhi du..."(for your shake I give my life)

with light and carefree tone.

The faucet gushed, splashing water as she washed her face, still humming. A phone rang; she answered brightly, "Don’t worry, I won’t miss the auction. I’ll be there in time."

More tapping, then the door creaked shut.

Silence returned.

Both exhaled shakily, as if a big burden had been lifted. Rohit loosened his hold, muttering with relief, "Just a random girl. Came to wash her hands."

Seo-yeon quickly broke free, fumbling to fix her bra. Heat flooded her cheeks, not from arousal now but shame.

What was I doing?

Her heart hammered.

If she’d come in sooner... if she’d heard...

She turned away sharply, hugging herself. "We shouldn’t be making so much noise. That was... too close."

"Yes, indeed. So... should we stop rig—"

"No." The word slipped out, in low voice, so soft it almost dissolved in the air yet heavy enough to halt him.

Rohit froze. Her fists were trembling, her shoulder were tight. He reached gently, "Seo-Yeo, are you alr—"

She spun, eyes burning with frustration. "Why... didn’t you finish?" Her voice cracked, fragile yet edged with desperation. "I... I came twice. But you... nothing. Am I that bad?" Her lips twisted into a bitter curl, mocking herself. "Guess I’m worse than I thought."

Rohit stood stunned.

’Is she taking it too personally?’

He tried to read her face. There was no anger, no tears—just quiet devastation wrapped in sarcasm. Her fists trembled, as if trying to hold something in. It was clearly a trained façade she maintained to hide her real pain.

"Am I not attractive to you, Rohit? You made me feel so much, but you couldn’t even... end it. Am I that pathetic?"

Despair gnawed at her from the inside. She knew it was quite odd— even in AVs, the actors didn’t take this much time. Surely the guy wasn’t at fault here; he was still hard. Then, was the problem with her?

A chain of thoughts assaulted her mind, each one heavier than the last.

I gave him everything—my first touch, my racing heartbeat, my defiance against everything waiting for me. I finally felt alive... but it wasn’t enough. Am I not enough? This was supposed to be my rebellion, my one chance before that fix marriage waiting to cage me. But even here... I failed.

Rohit’s chest ached. This wasn’t expected. Right now she looked so vulnerable. It was quite impressive for her to be calm and pretending to be bold when she was barely eighteen but her armor shattered with a few words of whisper.

He realised his mistake, what was sought as a game of fun turned out to be a personal quest and if not resolved properly can affect her deeply. Words of comfort wouldn’t reach her. She needs the expected result.

His voice dropped but it remained firm and serious. "It’s not your body, Seo-yeo. It’s the situation."

She blinked. "What... situation?"

He leaned in, gaze holding hers shoulders. "I must agree, you did great. And I really felt incredible. But this place.. " he gestured at the cramped space of stall, that despite looking clean felt quite errie, " this isn’t where I can feel the peak. I need space or more stimulation. To push harder, deeper and get to the edge. Here, its risky because of.. Noise... That’s why. Not your fault."

His words gave Seo-yeon a boost of confidence. She blushed even more as she realized what she was doing with him and that she might succeed if not for the sound trouble, but right now it was out of option.

Then her eyes fell on his absurd dick. It was still wrapped with her juices, still taunting her upright. There was no way she was going to leave him unfinished when she herself had climaxed two times in process, even though it was meant to be help.

She asked, trying her best to stay calm, though her eyes couldn’t meet his. Still, her voice carried resolve. "Then what should I do?" she asked. "Will more stimulation help?"

Rohit knew what was coming, but this time he wasn’t in the mood to prolong it or go for tease. He wanted to end it quickly. However, reverting back to a normal handjob would certainly expose his earlier lie and might damage their relationship.

"Yes... there

is

a faster way," he said carefully. "But it means going a bit more extreme. Otherwise, we can still back off. You’ve already done enough."

She looked at him, weighing his words in silence before speaking. "I... I understand. This is important to me, also..." her gaze flicked downward at his dick before snapping away, "you still can’t just go like this. But..."

She turned her face aside, clutching her hand as if to steady her resolve. "There are boundaries we cannot cross. And if someone were to find out..."

Rohit assured her as he gently lifted her chin, guiding it toward him and locking his gaze with hers.

"

I understand how you feel and I agree with your judgment, but you have to trust me, Seo-yeon. Rest assured, no one will ever know of this."

Seo-yeon’s heart raced with a mix of fear and curiosity. She bit her lip, her gaze drifting away, and after a moment, she slowly nodded.

Her words catching in her throat. "F-fine... I’ve come this far, so... what’s a little more?" Her breath hitched, the next words spilling in a rush. "B-but... nothing inside me. Okay? Th-that’s my line."

After gaining her permission, Rohit couldn’t help but smirk faintly as his predatory nature resurfaced. Maintaining his calm, he commanded, "Sit."

She blinked, confused. "What?"

Rohit’s tone sharpened. "Sit on the commode."

Seo-yeon was taken aback by the sudden shift in his voice. But she complied—after all, she had already made the deal. Her eyes lingered on Rohit, noticing how his earlier warmth had vanished, replaced instead by a cold, commanding gaze.

Rohit said firmly, "Take off your bra."

Seo-yeon’s hands immediately went up to guard herself. "I-Is that really necessary?" she asked, her voice thin with protest.

"I’m not breaking the deal," Rohit replied calmly.

"Anything but this..." she pleaded, almost whispering.

But his tone hardened. "There is no other way." He stretched out his hand, palm open, and added, "Give it to me."

Seo-yeon gulped, her heart pounding. With trembling fingers, she unhooked her bra, a rush of adrenaline surging through her veins. A tingling sensation spread low within her as she slipped it off, hiding her nipples with her hands before handing the garment to him.

Rohit accepted it without hurry, neatly placing it on the hanger. Then, glancing back at her, he saw her eyes locked on him.

Her cleavage caught the harsh glow of the tubelight, her skin glowing faintly. Her face was a perfect mix of fear and curiosity—but her eyes betrayed something else: a quiet anticipation. Rohit recognized that look; he had seen it in many women he had trained.

At that point, Rohit couldn’t help but smirk to himself. ’

Damn... those old memories.’

He added, "Remove your hands."

She did reluctantly but not without a comment, "Dont judge."

Rohit finally let his gaze rest on her chest. Her breasts were full and perky, moderate 32D just as he had suspected earlier, perfectly complementing her figure. Her nipples were a soft pink, set against small areolae that only heightened their delicate beauty.

His gaze then wandered lower, tracing the lines of her perfectly shaped waist before sliding down to her smooth, pale thighs pressed tightly together, as though shielding the secret beneath from his hungry eyes.

Rohit muttered softly, brushing his fingers against her cheek. "Beautiful... I’ve never seen anything this perfect before."

Seo-yeon’s face flushed a deep red. She quickly drew her arms across her breasts, trying to cover herself as she turned her gaze away in shy embarrassment.

Rohit said, voice low, "Look at me, don’t deny it." He brought his thing closer to her face, just a few inches away.

Seo-yeon looked back, but her gaze halted on the hard thing hovering near her face. The smell was so intoxicating that she suddenly felt the urge to lick it, but she remained composed, waiting for his next command, until her eyes finally met his.

Rohit commanded in low whisper, "Take this in your hand and stroke it slowly."

Seo-yeon did as told. Her soft fingers wrapped around his shaft, and to her surprise, it felt much easier to slide up and down his foreskin compared to before.

"Urgh!~" -"Uhm!~"

Rohit groaned in pleasure, standing tall with his hands on his waist as he watched the pretty girl stroke him just inches away. Thanks to her own juices, it felt more slippery than before, and the friction of her soft hand was even better now.

Moreover, her hot breath and eyes that spoke volumes of rising hunger quickly pulled him back into the mood.